Thursday, 28 April 2016

Dream me a paradise.

Growing up, in the last 7 years has been a dichotomy.

There's a part that lived in a single room in hostels across this country, alone. Surviving and persisting.

There's the other part that found home in the strangest of places, mostly people.

This part traveled, and saw that they're all alone.

Kept it's head on the shoulders of people who could've otherwise never been known.

Danced in bonfires, in the mountains while they silently fell in love.

Smoked in strangest corners with better conversations than those across the table.

Painted those walls of new homes in each of those places, with colors of memories.

Each painting turned out to be a memoir of times left behind.

Behind? That backpack has it all, those places will always smell of those memories.

Music became teleportation, to times of love, loss and happiness.

That cup of coffee, not breaking itself across the years smells of spilled love.

Could I have done it any other way round? I don't think so.

There's more love than I could've ever thought.

I'm taking it all.

Across the times to come, when maybe it'll seem like its not enough.

I doubt if what'll seem will be true.

There's more of it than anything else.

This is more than just a thankyou, for the memories.

thank you, Bhumika B. Photography

Friday, 1 April 2016

Who could I be?

The purpose of my life has been to free people from concern. I did something that made people present their best selves to me, wherever I go.

How will you serve the world? What do they need that your talent can provide? That's all you've got to figure out.

The effect you have on others is the most valuable currency that there is, because ultimately we're not the avatars we create, we're not the pictures on the film stock, we are the light that shines through. All the rest is just smoke and mirrors, distracting, but not truly compelling. That piece that we're after lies somewhere beyond personality, beyond the perception of others, beyond deception and disguise, even beyond effort itself.
You can join the game, fight the war, play with forms all you want,but to find real peace you have to let the armor go.

Your need for acceptance can make you invisible in the world. Don't let anything stand between the light that shines through this form. Risk being seen in all your glory.

I wish people could realize all their dreams in wealth and fame so that they could see that it's not where you can find yours sense of completion. Like many of you, I was concerned about going out into the world and doing something bigger than myself, until something smarter than myself made me realize that there was nothing bigger than myself.

Our eyes are not viewers, they're also projectors that are running a second story over the picture of what we see in front of us all the time. Fear is writing the script and the title is I'll never be enough. I'm just making a conscious choice of seeing challenges as opportunities so that I can deal with them in the most productive way. You'll come up with your own style, that's part of the fun.

Life doesn't happen to you, it happens for you and you'll only have two choices love or fear. Choose love and don't ever let fear turn you against your heart. All that would be left of you,  would be what was in your heart.

My soul is not contained within the limits of my body, my body is contained within the limitlessness of my soul.

You can fail, but when you can, you might as well take a chance at doing something you love.

Relax and dream up a good life.

You can spend your whole life imagining ghosts, worrying about the pathway to the future, but all there will ever be is what's happening here in the decisions we make in this moment which are based on either love or fear.

So many of us choose our path out of fear disguised as practicality, when what we really want seems impossibly out of reach and ridiculous to expect, and so we never dare to ask the universe for it.

I'm saying, I'm the proof that you can ask the universe for it.

-Jim Carrey, Graduation speech at M.U.M. University. 

Who am I anyway?
picture credits - Bhumika B. Photography